Come get it bae You wanna ride it, my motorcycle You've got a license, have you got the right to Gonna pop a wheelie, don't try too high too Take it easy on the clutch, 'cause girl I like you I can do anything you need None of them boys know the first

I’ve got wheels I’m rolling on Sometimes these wings Get a little heavy When I can’t fly, I start to fall But I’ve got wheels And I can’t stay between the lines but I’m rocking steady I can’t stay between the lines but I’m rocking steady I can’t count

Fast and furious we ride the universe To carve a road for us that slices every curve in sight We accelerate, no time to hesitate This load will detonate whoever would Contend its right Born to lead At breakneck speed With high octane We're spitting

I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern Comfort zone When I miss my Tennessee home When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton, The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody

Have you ever climbed the mountain? Have you ever crossed the sea? Take a look around the corner And listen to your heartbeat Have you ever touched the rainbow Take a ride in the ferris wheel wheel It takes one step to start a journey It's up to you, to make

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down) And you feel like it's all over There's another round for you When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground) Been lookin' for a reason and Something to lose When the wheels come down

Just a mile outside of town All along the floodline The hills roll out like centuries Pass by without a sound Oh country down Where I found my proving ground Wheels are turning around Down river bound Where the lemon tea sky fell down

I can get back on, I can get back on And the next it's falling in on me One day I feel I'm on top of the world One day I feel I'm ahead of the wheel wheel And the next it's rolling over me It?s a far cry from the world we thought we'd inherit It?s a far cry

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Your wheels on fire Your one desire But we will overcome We see right through it Well you say, you won You'll work until the work is done I don't see you lift a hand To help out one of your fellow man And they're using up again